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HELLCATS

Season
02 | Episode 01

MOVING
DAY

by Misty Vixen

The
space taxi finished linking up with the Hellcat.

Ryan
and Syl, who had drifted off into a cautious sleep against each other
despite the murmur of conversation from the rest of the squad, awoke
with a start as the loud clang reverberated through the hull. He was
quite tired. They'd spent seven days on that pleasure planet, in the
White Sand Islands. They'd just left as the seventh day was coming to
a close, twilight falling on the impossibly beautiful islands.

Part
of him was sad to see it go, because, in all honesty, it was his
first real vacation. But another part, perhaps a larger part, was
glad he was home. And that thought struck him as odd. He'd only been
aboard the Hellcat
for a week or so before the vacation. Had he really come to think of
it as his home so quickly?

Ryan supposed he had.

He looked over at Syl, who smiled
sleepily at him. He smiled back at her, then leaned in and kissed
her.

“Are
we back already?” she asked after they finished kissing. She yawned
and stretched.

“Yep,”
Emily replied. “Come on.”

The
others were getting up, all of them various states of exhaustion.
Except for Colleen, who was sitting on his other side. She seemed
excited. She had stood up the moment the ship had locked airlocks
with theirs.

Ryan
got up and looked around, doing a quick headcount. Emily and Ilyse,
their two resident seven foot Amazonian warrior women, clad in
nothing but jogging shorts and form-fitting tanktops, were gathering
up their things. Love, the sexbot turned mercenary, already had her
stuff, which consisted of a little black suitcase with a bright
silver zipper, clasped firmly in hand. Some of the time down there
he'd spent was with her, following her around the island they were
staying on, looking for an assortment of seemingly random and only
vaguely useful or novel items sold along the strip malls that plagued
all resort towns.

Angel
looked a bit fierce. She'd apparently really screwed up her sleeping
schedule and had had to be woken for their departure and had a
hangover. She was grumpy and quiet, and her horns and tail only made
her seem that much more threatening when she was in a bad mood. And
then, finally, there were his two girlfriends: Syl and Colleen. He
still wasn't sure how to feel about that. He was in an actual
relationship with two different women. It didn't seem like it was
going to be all that different from how things had been before.

He
would still sleep around, still be happy to be passed around like a
party favor between the badass female crew of the Hellcat.
And Colleen and Syl would be okay with that. (He hoped, at least.)
The biggest difference would be that he was now living with Colleen.
They had agreed to set up a room together. That, and, he supposed, he
would be spending more time with the two women. He hoped it would go
well.

Ryan
stood and stretched, then grabbed his duffel-bag. He joined the
general shuffle for the airlock with the others and they all moved
through until they were back aboard their own ship. Angel and Love
immediately went for their rooms. Emily and Ilyse lingered in the
main hallway for a bit, then seemed to come to a decision between the
two of them and made for the galley. Colleen and Syl lingered with
him.

“So...I
was hoping to start the moving process,” Colleen said. She seemed
to be practically bursting with energy.

“Right
now?” Syl asked groggily.

“Yes...please?
I could really
use your guys' help with it,” Colleen replied.

“I'd
be down for it,” Ryan said. What he really wanted to do was lie
around for a little while, but he could tell that this was important
to Colleen.

“I
guess so, at least for a bit.” Syl yawned again. “Sorry, I'm just
so damned tired.
But
I can offer some help.”

“Thanks
you two,” Colleen said, and all but bounded down the corridor.

Ryan and Syl trailed after her.

“The
room next to mine is empty,” Colleen said as she opened her door
and disappeared in through it. The pair followed her in. Ryan had
been told earlier about the joining of two rooms, or even three, or
as much as six, technically. The living quarters were divided up in
rows, six to a row, and all of the walls could theoretically be
broken down. Though he couldn't imagine everyone agreeing to that.
And besides, two was enough.

He looked around Colleen's room,
imagining what it would be like to share it with her. One thing that
immediately jumped out at him was the idea that their ideas of
cleanliness, or, more appropriately, organization, were going to
clash. Colleen seemed to not care where things went. While Ryan
didn't quite consider himself a neat freak, he did like to be more
organized than her. He hoped that wouldn't present a problem.

The three of them set to work.

The
first order of business was to move her bed away from the far left
wall. Once they shifted it to the middle of the room, Syl went off to
grab the tools necessary to disengage the wall from its locked-in
position.

“So
how does this work?” Ryan asked while they waited.

Colleen was crouched down,
gathering things up off the floor. For a moment, all he had eyes for
was her beautiful, well-formed ass. Ever since she'd gotten more
comfortable with him and Syl, she'd ditched the baggy clothing and
started showing off her beautiful pink-furred body. Right now she was
wearing some only slightly baggy sweatpants that were stretched tight
across her broad ass. She was very distracting.

“Once
we disengage the wall, it'll basically slide up into the ceiling.
Like a garage door,” Colleen replied.

“And
that's it?” Ryan replied.

She stood up, turned around, and
stretched. Ryan couldn't help but notice the way her breasts pressed
against the fabric of her t-shirt.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

“Almost.
After that we just have to engage the seals.”

“Seals?”

“I'll
show you once we move it.”

A
moment later, Syl returned with her toolkit. She set the kit down on
Colleen's desk and dug through it for a moment. Finally, she came up
with the right tool and walked over to one corner where the walls
touched and met the floor. She crouched and set to work. Ryan became
distracted by her tight butt as well. He thought back to the last
time he'd had sex and realized it had been this morning. Had it
really? It felt like longer, but...no. He'd woken up and had a
threesome with Syl and Colleen before enjoying one last day on the
island.

Why was he so damned horny all
the time?

He supposed, if you were going to
be horny all the time, it helped to live with a group of hot alien
women who were willing to hop on your dick pretty much every day. Syl
stood back up, moved over to the other corner, and repeated the
procedure.

“There,”
she said.

The
wall suddenly came loose, popping up about an inch or two off the
floor, leaving a gap of space. The three of them each took up
position alongside the wall, crouched, worked their fingers through
the slot of space and lifted it up. The wall went fairly easily. It
slid up and back into its recessed niche in the ceiling, until it was
all the way gone. As soon as it was, Colleen crouched down again and
pointed.

“This
is what I meant, Ryan,” she said. “These grooves.”

He saw what she meant about
engaging the seals. Where the wall had once been, along the floor,
walls, and ceiling, were inch-deep slots.

“I've
got it,” Syl said.

She
moved back over to one corner, crouched, and opened a small panel in
the wall. She worked at it with the tools for a moment, and then a
soft sound of working machinery came to them. Thin metal pieces slid
out from their own recessed niches by the grooves and sealed them up,
making the walls and ceiling look unbroken. It was a little awkward
for the floor, because there was carpeting, but it was purely a
cosmetic problem.

“No,
we've never really had reason to, as far as I know,” Syl said. “We
originally talked about it for Emily and Ilyse, back when she lived
here with us, but they said one bedroom was enough. I think they just
didn't what 'special accommodations' or something like that. Emily
and Ilyse are cool and all, but sometimes they let their tough girl
mentalities get in the way of common sense. Like how they always
insist on carrying everything when we're moving cargo or something
like that. Sometimes I like to tease them about it.”

They moved over into the other
bedroom. Ryan called for lights and they flickered into existence,
illuminating the place. It looked like it had never been lived in.
There was even a very thin layer of dust across everything.
'Everything' being a single-wide bed shoved into one corner, a squat
dresser with three drawers, an empty desk, and a rolling chair.

“Has
anyone ever lived over here?” he asked.

“No,”
Colleen replied. “Not as far as I know.”

“Certainly
looks that way,” Syl replied.

“So
how are we going to handle this?” he asked, looking at the
furniture.

“I
imagine you won't have any use for the bed. I also imagine that, for
the sake of convenience, Colleen will want to keep all her stuff over
on that side of the room and Ryan, you can have this side of the
room. And you'll get two bathrooms, won't that be nice when one of
you is taking like a million years to get something done in there?”

“Oh,
I do not,”
Colleen said, sticking her tongue out.

Syl rolled her eyes and grinned.
“Come on, I'll help you break this spare bed down. We can shift it
to storage.”

…

Emily opened the fridge and
looked through it.

What
stood out to her immediately was that they were running low on food.
Not just kind of low, but low-low, as in, they'd need to make a
supply run and soon. Sooner the better. Preferably by tomorrow.
Because all they had left were some materials for sandwiches, most of
a gallon of milk, a handful of energy drinks and sodas and some
leftover Chinese takeout. Not finding much worthwhile in the fridge,
she sighed, slammed it shut, (a little too hard, whenever she was
frustrated she always forgot her strength), and gave the freezer a
go.

It wasn't in much better
condition.

There were just a couple of
frozen pizzas and burritos, as well as a half-drunk bottle of vodka
stuffed into the back.

“Well,
what's for dinner?” Ilyse asked. She had taken a seat at the table
behind Emily, entrusting her with their meal.

“Not
a whole lot,” Emily replied.

Already
she was figuring out where the nearest place to buy stuff from was.
Technically it was right below them, on the islands, but that was too
expensive. Emily had the nagging feeling that maybe they'd spent more
money than they thought they had while on vacation. It wasn't
impossible, especially considering the kind of lifestyle you grew
used to as a mercenary and it was easy to go from broke to rolling in
the credits like it was nothing.

With a small sigh, she selected
the two frozen pizzas and a big black box of what turned out to be
beef and cheese enchiladas.

“We're
practically cleaned out,” she said as she dumped these three items
on the counter and turned to the oven, working the controls and
bringing it online.

“Ugh,
I'm starving,”
Ilyse complained.

“I
know. Me too.” One of the side effects of being seven fucking feet
tall and super fit: you were hungry basically all the time. It wasn't
even a question of if you were a hungry, it was: how hungry were you
at the moment.